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Linda Susan Jackson

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Linda Susan Jackson’s most recent collection, What Yellow Sounds Like (Tia Chucha Press, 2007), was a finalist for the National Poetry Series and the Paterson Poetry Prize. She has received fellowships from Cave Canem Foundation, the Frost Place, and the New York State Foundation for the Arts, among others. She recently retired as an associate professor of English at Medgar Evers College/CUNY and divides her time between Bedford-Stuyvesant, New York, and Eastridge, Delaware.


Linda Susan Jackson, P.O.P

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He courts her with Soir de Paris & braids myths in her hair.

To hear time how they need it to be is the sound of dare.

His soft-burred tenor soaks her like grapes in wild yeast.

A beautiful loser, she takes pleasure in being incomplete.

He draws tears from grown men when he plucks his box.

They're up to their necks in fever and floodplains, clear-
ing ground along miles of riverbed, bloodred. Carolina heat
burns holes in their straw hats, leaves halos of steam around
silhouettes. Down the line, they are one deep breath riding
field rhythms Movin', movin'. Lone bones of things: a dog's jaw